Poems from ariana_michelle

I hear his voice slithering through my unconscious night thoughts. I see her bleeding smile darkening my unstable day. I taste their lust...
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(First time recording from probably a year ago... Flow is to be tampered with still and an ending is still debated.)
Their wings tickling your sides and fluttering through you.   They kiss you from within and make you feel afloat and nervous.   They spew...
The room is dark.   There’s nothing surprising about the void. The silence in my head. Or the drumming in my heart.   I'm standing scared...
“You smell like cigarettes”, she said.   “That’s because I smoke”, he said.               She liked it−the pungent smell. She didn’t say it...

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